The Ghost Kings by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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after-ox to make it turn round, which it did obediently, for all the team
knew her. "I'll catch you." But her mother still hesitated, so thrusting her way between the ox and the front wheel Rachel stretched out her arms and lifted her bodily to the ground. "How strong you are, my love!" said her mother, with a sort of wondering admiration and a sad little smile; "it seems strange to think that I ever carried you." "One had need to be in this country, dear," replied Rachel cheerfully. "Come and walk a little way, you must be stiff with sitting in that horrid waggon," and she led her quite to the top of the knoll. "There," she added, "isn't the view lovely? I never saw such a pretty place in all Africa. And oh! look at those buck, and yes--that is a rhinoceros. I hope it won't charge us." Mrs. Dove obeyed, gazing first at the glorious sea, then at the plain and the trees, and lastly behind her at the towering cliff steeped in shadow--for the sun was westering--down the face of which the waterfall seemed to hang like a silver rope. As her eyes fell upon this cliff Mrs. Dove's face changed. "I know this spot," she said in a hurried voice. "I have seen it before." "Nonsense, mother," answered Rachel. "We have never trekked here, so how could you?" |
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